His mama was a rubber tree
He rolled into town
Laid some skidmarks down
And embarked on a killing spree
Affectionately known as Robert
An unbalanced worn down tyre
Named in the credits Robert
He don't need a getaway car
He came looking for trouble
He found it in a scrapheap yard
And he watched through the wire
As the tyre pyre fire grew higher
And he hungered for vengeance hard
Apparently his name was Robert
An unbranded black rubber tyre
He doesn't sign his name Robert
He's the king of the wild front tyre
He's the star of a film called Rubber
It's some kind of weird metaphor
About cinema exploitation
And the search for sensation
Continued in Rubber 2, 3 and 4.
The Boulevard star will say Robert
A telekinetic killer tyre
The premiere fans will scream Robert
He's the king of the wild front tyre.
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2 comments:
This movie has the craziest premise I've ever seen. Looks either really good or really bad.
If it's not quite as good as claimed by its biggest fans, it's nowhere near as bad as claimed by its detractors. I'd say catch it if you can.
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